Memories - No

 

Having a small, often soft penis, while I often fantasized about receiving a blowjob, the reality is and always was I was afraid it the situation presented itself, I'd get laughed at, not the pleasure I hoped for.

Emily, knows this, but always knew it, too. So while never giving me the type of blowjob she's given at least a dozen men, the type of blowjob she flies across the country to give to her boyfriend, that doesn't mean she doesn't tease me.

Not recently, of course, given the amount of time I've spent caged. 

But early on, once she learned about me, she learned there was a way to tease me that came so close what I fantasized about, so close, but so elusive.

I remember asking her once, when we were messing around, if she didn't like oral sex. 

"Of course I like oral sex," she smiled, "have I ever given you the impression I don't like when you go down on me? If so, I messed up terribly."

"No, I mean...you know...reciprocating." I was embarrassed, my tone giving that away.

"You're blushing," she teased me.

"I am not," I said.

"You're blushing." 

"I am not," I said.

"You are too, like...god, you've never...has no one...you were married...haven't you ever..."

"She...she said that wasn't her thing," I said.

"Oh," Emily said.

"Wait, have...have you?"

"Have I what?" she asked, like she was the one embarrassed now.

"You know...done...done that...given...given a...a blowjob," I asked, face redder.

She looked away. "M...maybe," she said.

"Maybe?"

She shrugged. "Maybe to the right guy," she said.

"The right guy?" I asked.

Emily shrugged.

"You...you've never..."

"She lied to you," Emily said before I finished.

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"When she said she didn't like it."

"She didn't seem that way," I said.

"Here's the thing, love, a blowjob can often be seen as submissive, just like you going down on me is an act of submission. Focusing on the man's pleasure, kneeling before him, doing something that likes just to please him. Women can be particular who they do that to."

"You're saying she liked blowjobs?"

"For the right man," Emily said.

I looked at her, the question on my tongue. 

"Go on," she said.

"Emily..."

"Go on, ask," she said.

"I...I'm not the right kind of guy?"

She smiled. "There's a difference between reaching into a strong, muscular man's boxers and pulling out a long, hard, thick cock and reaching into weak, pretty boy's panties to touch a soft, delicate penis."

I moaned softly, humiliated, excited. "Emily," I muttered, "d...don't tease me."

"I'm not her," she said kissing my neck, "I mean, I'm not giving you a blowjob either, but I'm not going to be mean about it."

"Em..."

"You fantasize about it?" she asked, "having a woman lick her way downward." She kissed my chest, my stomach, kissed until she reached the garter belt I was wearing. 

"Y...yes," I said, "I...I just...I mean..."

"You know it wouldn't be the same, don't you? For the woman."

"Em..."

"I'll do it," she said.

My eyes went wide. "You...you will?" I asked, too eager, way too eager.    

She smiled. "Of course, there's a condition."

"Any...anything," I stammered, imagining Emily's soft lips taking my penis into her mouth, sucking me.

"You sure you don't want to hear the condition?" she asked.

"I...I don't care," I said.

"You sure, my pretty?" she asked, kissing the top of my garter belt.

"Yes," I said, "yes."

She kissed down my garter belt while at the same time running her hands over my stockings, kissed my flaccid penis, tucked in my panties. "I'll do, love, I'll do it on one condition...you have to stay soft."

"What?" I gasped.

"I give blowjobs to men," she said, "not to pretty girls.

"Emmmilllly...."

She used her mouth to pull my panties down over my soft penis, which popped out but didn't immediately grow. Smiling, she kissed the tip, blew lightly, took my in her mouth. "Stay soft," she said, "stay soft and pretty and feminine."

"I...I can't," I said, feeling myself swell.

"Try," she urged me, "try."

Ten seconds in her mouth and it was too late to stop. Pouting, she slowly pulled away, let my penis slip from her mouth while it was growing but before it was fully erect. "Maybe another time," she said, "be a good girl, and maybe another time."